I stare at myself in the mirror.
"I haven't seen myself in the mirror in months" I
whisper to myself.
I carees the bruises on my stomach. As I touch each and
everyone of them I can reenact what happened in my head.
Him beating me. Over and over again. I begin to bust out into
tears.All I can think about is Chase saying
"Lani you don't listen!" "Lani you stupid
sl/t! I saw you flirting with him at lunch today.!"
"I would never take you out anywhere dressed like that go
change you're an embarrassment to you entire family !"
It repeats and repeats in my head over and over again. I think
to myself "He only does it when he is drunk.He doesn't
remember anything.Its okay he will stop. I'll help
him."
But deep down we all know this is a lie. He is never gonna want
help. Because he believes he never did it.I finally stop
sobbing and wipe my tears. I begin to get out of the mirror and
look at out the window
of my room. My door ends up slamming open. It was my mother.She
is a alcoholic so as usual she is tipsy. She busts into my room
and asks why my room is a mess. Then I'm a slob and a f/ck
up. I finally
grew some balls and told her to shut the hell up. Which was my
first mistake. She got so angry she wound up her hand so far
back and swung it right into my face. Which made me fall off
the chair and onto the floor.
Then I called her a crazy b/tch under my breath thank god she
didn't hear me.I just laid there on the floor looking at
the ceiling.My room was silent. All you could here was the fan
spinning. It was peaceful
As I thought to myself."Is this what death feels
like?" Being happy and quite? . I continued to be curious
about death. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to get out of this
hell hole.My mom beats me and so does
my boyfriend. I get bullied at school and everything. I need
something to take my problems away. I need some fresh air.So I
opened the window since we live on the first floor and I
and climb out,
During the process my oversized sweater got caught making me
fall.As if I wasn't bruised up enough. Well i walked up the
hill, finally near the ocean. It was so beautiful. wating
the water lap on the white sand as I inhaled the scent of
the ocean. "Pure Bliss" I said to myself. I go back
to thinking of what I though of earlier. And comparing it to
now. I would love to die at the beach
Amazingly beautiful.So I walk to the closest part of land to
the ocean.It doesn't look safe to stand but oh well. I step
my foot about but before I throw my self down there to die I
roll up my sleeves
and see all my cut marks. I roll up my shirt and see all the
bruises on my stomach .I see how unhappy i am here, but I might
have somthing to live for. Should I really end it now?
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